Supplicant

Raise your glass.
There is no excuse for not celebrating
the bubbles that rise to the surface
of the clear source,
this fundamental texture
of all elements of extraction.

Place your hands gently
on my face and breathe the breath
that escapes from my lips.
The intersection of our expiration
is inspired and full of God.

Embrace me,
oldest friend,
and observe my reverence
as I fall to my knees,
supplicant to all we share
in this moment of divine love.

I am not worthy
to received these gifts placed
quietly and with no expectation
of return,
and yet, I am rich
with the abundance
of your silent intention
uttered in the warmth
of the darkness
just before dawn.